It caves in doesn't it
On the inside
arrhythmically struck
thoughts hit tearducts
hopes never subside
This is loss then
The feeling of glass shards
In all our tomorrows and when
a scalpel of skin
a line draws itself
the heart is the sand
this is it then
dark feeling of necessity
eyes that screech
between what we want
and what shan't
be the deciding breach
15 kilometres of space
the strings extend
see the hearts reach
thoughts sown in trips
only alone when alone
be infinite take the hits
from skin to bone
a cocoon splits
the rain sets the tone
between the time-spaces
the moments unknown
ad astra ad continuum
Anne V
22.10.2019
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